a correction . . .
You know how sometimes you’re just going along, listening to what you think others are telling you, relating in a way that’s just like always? But, something doesn’t sound right. Or, it echoes something you thought was taken care of. Or a situation within the family dynamics has shifted quietly but rather dramatically. Like when you’re playing the card game called Hearts and you pass three cards to the right. And your new hand reveals that you aren’t in a position to “shoot the moon” because the Queen of Spades is in someone else’s hand.
Yep, that’s the way it feels today. Something has shifted but it isn’t me, it’s been there all the time: it’s just that I didn’t notice it as much before. But, that’s the way life is sometimes. I look at someone like Gloria Vanderbilt, Anderson Cooper’s mother–who appears in his new daytime show with the most glorious haircut, serene and collected. After all the strife and tragedy in her life, it hasn’t embittered her. In fact, she’s open to the next good thing around the corner, and she’s eighty-seven years old. How remarkable!
Now, SHE is a role model to look up to. A little correction like the one I am describing wouldn’t phase her a bit. Neither should it bother me for long. Once I get used to it.